While his eyes were closed, Kou experienced an unusual amount of concern. He'd gone 90%, but what if he was not met with the remainder? Luckily, Miki didn't leave him wondering for very long. Before he developed too many worries, he felt the soft, warm press of foreign lips upon his own. He was quick to settle into this sensation, or rather, to embrace it fully. Since it wasn't a thing he had ever consciously done, he became quite lost mentally. It seemed as if his lips were assigned some sort of magnetic trait the way they naturally shifted, just slightly, and pressed against Miki's. Pulling away didn't even register as a thought, if there were even many thoughts in his head at the time. Never did he expect those cheesy quotes from movies to have any legitimacy to them.

A few moments passed, and his eyes opened just a bit. Through those slits, he could see where their lips collided. Kou oddly found himself observing the shape of Miki's lower face in this moment, and it gave him... visions. A kiss, innocent enough, was also a thing of great danger as he discovered then and there. The moment a brief pause occurred, the tiniest of smacks occurred between their lips as well. Of course, that only took precedence over another instance of contact.